Court Mage Novels & Stories

Well, according to the teacher: A mage is a term commonly used in fantasy literature and role-playing games to refer to a practitioner of magic. The concept of mages has been a popular element in various mythologies and folklore throughout history, often associated with supernatural abilities and the manipulation of mystical forces. In most fantasy settings, mages are individuals who possess the innate or learned ability to harness and control magical energy. They are often depicted as having a deep understanding of the arcane arts, allowing them to cast spells, create magical artifacts, and manipulate the elements. Mages are typically distinguished from other magical beings, such as witches

"I can not keep her here for a lot of reasons. First, your face. You are her replica... even down to your expressions. Second, your path is not here." "Path?"I asked. "You'll understand soon." I stole a quick glance at Gawain again. He definitely knew I was looking for his eyes dipped lower for a second and his neck tilted a bit as if he was debating on looking too but decided not to. "I didn't know Mother was a mage."I said, moving my eyes away from Gawain slowly. The old man narrowed his eyes at me. "She was not." "Why then was she in a red cloak and why was I referred to as 'Head Mage Elpis'? "

I called to the guard that marched past me, the tin metal armor he had on creaking from his efforts before he ground to a halt, looking like he was thinking about it before giving me a small bow. I felt my lips curl with displeasure, tilting my chin defensively and jerking my shoulders back up. The brainless cog might not know it yet, but he was looking at the future queen of the Stone Castle, I had to act it in every way. “Why we're the mages here? Tell me?” I ordered, careful to keep my voice quiet and staring into the bald man’s beady eyes that darted off to the side for a moment. Saints, all the guards in this big ass castle and I had to bump into the most clueless fucker on the planet!

So every time I perform with massive audience, I take the opportunity to look, stare at other people. With the little sorcery I've learned from Mistress Ursula, I proceeded to the next level of my performance. I went to the pool of water with petals of roses, and started the next phase of my dance, which is dancing at the water's surface. I do not have any exceptional abilities. In this Kingdom, majority are mages. Those in high ranks, like the nobles and royal families, held the most authority not because of their status but because of their abilities, in particular. They are the spirit mages. The ones who doesn't need any aid from tangible things to perform sorcery. As for the those in low

He was not sure if it was the footsteps approaching he’d been nervous of, or his distance with Luna. “A mage, from the capital,” Kael mouthed to avoid any mishearing. “I feel his aura in my head.” Luna looked at him, her facial expressions had not changed, as if already expecting the answer. “We’ll see what he’s up to, then.” Kael hid behind the trunk and watched the mage squat to study the boar. The mage shook his head. A long brown cloak ran down to his boots, with his pony-tailed black hair uncovered by the hood. The man’s face looked familiar to Kael. Perhaps he had seen the mage around the citadel before or somewhere else.

Jumping to his feet, he opened the door, staring at the officer before him who had his cap held to his midriff, looking at Arcangelo sympathetically. "How may I help you, officer?" Arcangelo asked, rubbing away the sleep from his eyes. "I am sorry to inform, Mr. Regnante." The officer spoke gently as Arcangelo didn't understand why the officer was being like this. "There was an attack on the King's Auction tonight. No one survived." Arcangelo blinked at the man before him, wondering if he heard wrong. "I'm sorry." He spoke in a daze. "Did you just say no one survived?"

Revenge turned to her with the same expression Mikail wore and took in the signs that she had been cut by Veritás. "What happened here?" she asked Revenge. It was common knowledge that he would know more about the blade than any other in the manor – he was, after all, the mentor of its owner. She was dazed by the magical blast of ... she didn’t know what to call it, but it had been something like fire. It had caused Delora to go completely slack and she had been forced to struggle to make it look like the fatal blow had come from the blade. Mikail was still hugging her and saying prayers of thanks that she was still alive.

I slowly turned around to face my nightmare with fairytale-like beauty. Master was looking at me more like killing me with his eyes. His eyes held possessiveness and anger. It was not jealousy instead it was a rage. A rage of seeing someone else touching his possession. His dagger-like gaze turned to that man who seemed to unaffected by his murderous glare. “Stay away from my woman Sinister.” I froze in my place hearing his name. Sinister. Sinister Valentino. Master’s brother. Something flashes in his eyes when he heard Master’s words turning his mesmerizing gaze towards me making eye contact.

His purple beard was long and wrapped with a ribbon, he had a long tail coat on and was clearly from a respectable family. "Of course, that, or an ogre." Spoke a young handsome man, his neon green hair glowing under the sun. Normally, he would've snorted at the thought, but standing in the dragons den made him nervous and stiff. There was a journal under his arm and his fingers itched to touch it. "Either way, it must be someone powerful and frightening. We must be respectable, lest we want to lose our lives" a tall middle-aged man spoke, his pink narrow eyes surveyed the area as the group awaited the mage. His hair was white.

, he said as he continued reading. Hmmm...Are you looking for something young lad, an old NPC in white wizard robes appeared as the duo looked at this stranger carefully. This guy looked a bit like..... System: Dumbledore? Author: What...NO....maybe, but he clearly did not look like an ordinary old NPC, call it his guts or amazing senses, but Max could tell that his sudden arrival could atleast help them get a clue. Mage Martin ??? Mage ???? ??? ??? ???? ??? Light Faction Looking at the stats, Max knew that the NPC was not an ordinary one.